Mark

There was no other choice, I guess.

When my boyfriend Mark and I were talking about what photos we'd put on this site, one scenario kept coming back into our conversation.

The bathroom.

Yeah, I know that lots of pictures are taken there.

It's a good excuse for someone to be seen getting their clothes off…

…and water makes a guy's skin glisten and look really sexy…

…and you can be really creative with the soapsuds too! Didn't you ever notice how, when there's only a small cluster of suds in the water, it's always around - and teasingly obscuring - that hot boy's dick?

So I know that we're not being very original in our choice of location. But for us, the bathroom's a place of extra special significance.

After all, it's where, just a year ago, we fell in love.

I'd been working late at the office and, on the way home, had to pass through a notoriously rough park in the centre of the city.

It probably does seem rough to the city authorities and the respectable folks who elect them.

But to me it's a sad place, full of people with no hope and nowhere else to go - addicts, winos, people who ought to be being cared for in an institution and beggars.

In any case, the park doesn't bother me. I'm a pretty fit guy and able, I reckon, to look after myself in most circumstances.

Of course, you'll have already guessed that it was the park where I met Mark.

He was sitting on a bench in the gloom - grubby, dishevelled, clutching a pathetically small plastic bag of possessions and looking completely down at heel and miserable.

Looking back, I think I can say with all honesty that sex never entered my head at that point.

Really.

But I stopped, sat down next to him and soon we were talking.

To cut a long story short, he'd been thrown out of home by his father (though he wouldn't tell me why) and, though hesitant at first, eventually accepted my offer to take him home and cook him some food.

It was only, in fact, once I'd got him indoors and could take a good look at him that I could see just how stunningly beautiful he was under the superficial grime.

And, I admit it, that's when I started thinking about him in quite a different way.

And suggested that maybe he'd like to take a bath, too, while I got the food underway?

For a few moments he kept on his underwear, just chatting away. It wasn't as if he wanted me to leave the room but more like he was testing me out, seeing how I was going to behave.

I must have got the seal of approval, though, because within a few more minutes he'd stripped off completely before sitting back down on the edge of the bath to continue our conversation.

At that point I thought that I ought at least to make the offer of leaving to get the food started. But when I did - and I swear I really did! - Mark just laughed and refused.

"I haven't spoken to anyone for two or three days", he said.

"And I'm making up for lost time."

I'm not going to describe to you what he got up to in the bath over the next hour or so. You'll see all the pictures later.

But at some point - and I don't think that either of us could, even now, explain exactly when or how it happened - something completely innocent up to that point took on an atmosphere that was definitely and unambiguously sexual.

In fact, Mark defied all the known laws of physics because, as the water became cooler, he just got hotter.

At first, when his dick got noticeably stiffer, I just assumed it was the natural reaction of a boy of that age who hadn't managed to score - even with his own hand - for a few days.

But it wasn't too long afterwards that Mark's actions became far more explicit…

And then his eyes and his nervous smile extended a tentative yet unmistakable invitation…

Until that moment I'd assumed that my bath was designed for one very large person.

Now I could see that in reality it was ideal for two normal sized guys.

And, that's where, for the past year, Mark and I have spent many of our evenings together.

Mark, I always say, is the hottest and best looking guy in the city.

But I bet I'm the cleanest.